Kidomaru was in a foul mood.
After taking a beating, not only had he failed to obtain what he wanted, but that hateful onmyoji had also mocked him on an utterly ridiculous pretext.
Me, care about Enmusubi, that idiot goddess who goes around collecting junk?
Hah, impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
I only protected her because that foolish creature is the prey I've already claimed!
As an Asura demon, how could I hand my prey over to someone else?
That's right. That's all there is to it!
Throughout the journey, Kidomaru trailed behind alone, silently reaffirming these convictions.
Yet even so, the image of him inexplicably throwing himself toward the blade's tip refused to leave his mind.
Walking along a street on Kyoto's outskirts, Arata suddenly stopped and turned to ask a question.
Still so stubborn, refusing to face his own feelings.
The Genji Clan, one of Kyoto's eight great onmyoji families, finally mobilized that day and marched straight toward Mount Oe!
After joining the bustle for a while, Arata took Izumi's hand and slowly disappeared into the crowd.
The young woman wore relatively simple armor. With her cool expression and tall, slender figure, she stood poised, her white hair falling all the way to her ankles. But what drew the most attention was the enormous sword she dragged along the ground.
Izumi gently shook her head. Although the clothes displayed in the shop each had their own distinctive beauty and had indeed caught her eye.
Yes, that was the one.
But its price tag read "Ten."
The figure in white hunting robes, a sheathed sword at her waist, riding a fine horse at the very front of the procession, was a young woman with a cold, stern face!
There they were.
Even though the crowd was packed shoulder to shoulder, the